Last night, New Year's Eve, was terribly cold. We were invited to a party at a friend's house in Brooklyn Heights, about a mile from our house, and it would have been much easier not to go.
Still, despite the rude wind's wild lament, we decided to bundle up and make the trek. We stopped just after the halfway point to warm up and eat supper at this slightly depressing diner on Montague Street.
The food was meh, but we had a fine time, and went out into the darkness well fortified.
Happy New Year.